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tagne. In spite of the letters patent of stables, which still exist. Its entrance from Charles V. declaring the Hôtel de St. Paul the Quai des Célestins, much altered, is inalienable from the domains of the crown, perhaps the main entrance to the royal

palace. Turning along the quai, at the angle of the Rue du Petit-Musc, is another hôtel (Hôtel de Lavalette), rebuilt under the regency of Anne of Austria, by her chancellor Gaspard Fieubet, counsellor of State during the reign of Louis XIV. It is a stately and beautiful building, though overcharged with ornament by a later possessor, M. de Lavalette. Upon the destruction of the rest of the palace, that part which Charles V. had bought from Guillaume de Melun, archbishop of Sens, returned to its former owners. In the beginning of the six

teenth century their old hôtel Hotel de Sens.

was rebuilt by Tristan de

Salazar, archbishop of Sens. Louis XI. bestowed several of the satellite | The palace was afterwards inhabited by hôtels dependent on the palace_upon his Marguerite de Valois—la reine Margotfriends, and during the reign of François I. I when, after her divorce, she obtained the the Rues des Lions, Beautreillis, and de la Cerisaie, recalling by their names the ancient sites they occupied, had invaded the precincts of the palace. A great part of the buildings and land extending from the Rue des Barrés to the Rue du Petit-Musc, with the great royal palace “fort vague et ruineux," was alienated in 1516 for the benefit of Jacques de Genoilhac, grand master and captain general of the artillery of France, in reward for his public service, especially at the battle of Marignan: finally, in 1542, all the rest of the royal domain in the Quartier de St. Paul, comprising a great number of hôtels under different illustrious names, was sold, and the sites were soon occupied by fresh buildings. Scarcely any fragments of the vast royal palace remain. At the corner of the Rue des Lions is a tourelle, which may have belonged to one of the minor hôtels of the royal colony. The Hôtel de Vieuville, the courtyard of which opens on the left at the angle of the Rue de St. Paul and the Quai des Célestins, picturesque as it is in its high dormer windows, only dates from the time of Henri III.

Hotel de Jassaud. The old hôtel behind the Hôtel de Vieuville is the Hotel des Lions du Roi, which was appropriated by Jacques de Genoilhac , king's permission to establish herself in Paris. as his residence, in his quality of grand It was within its walls, additionally decorated écuyer, because it adjoined the vast royal by Cardinal Dupont, that Cardinal de Pellevé, ing eaves, arched doorways, twisted staircase, brilliant flowers in the windows, bright glints of green seen through dark entries, and figures and costumes full of colour—for such are still to be seen in the Marais—an artist may find at least a dozen subjects worthy of his skill.


Close by, crossing the Rue des Nonains d’Hyères, so called from an offshoot of the Abbey of Hyères established here in 1182, we reach the Rue de Jouy, where the Abbot of Jouy had his residence. Its site is now occupied by the Hôtel d'Aumont, with a magnificent courtyard by Mansart, and several richly decorated rooms, now occupied by a school of chemistry. Altogether this is one of the finest hôtels of the period in France.

On the left opens the Rue Geoffrey d'Asnier, where we find the Hôtel de ChalonsLuxembourg, of the seventeenth century, with an entrance gate of noble proportions. Its little courtyard of brick and stone is very

richly decorated with masks and pilasters Hotel d'Aumont.

after the fashion of the time.

Almost opposite, down a narrow entry, we

have a most picturesque view of the back archbishop of Sens, one of the principal chiefs of the old Church of St. Gervais : but at of the Ligue, united the leaders of the the end of the alley, as we emerge into Catholic party, and there he died, March 22, sunshine, we leave the narrow historic streets 1594, whilst à Te Deum was being chaunted of the Marais, and enter upon a younger at Notre Dame for the entry of the king to Paris. Paris. In the last century the Hôtel de Sens became a diligence bureau, but it is still a beautiful and important specimen of the first years of the sixteenth century, and no one should fail to visit its Gothic gateway defended by two round tourelles with high peaked roofs. A vaulted porch, brick chimneys, great halls, the square donjon tower at the back of the court, and the winding stair of the tourelle, remain entire ; only the chapel has been destroyed. On the left of the entrance is an eight-pounder ball, which lodged in the wall, July 28, 1830.

Lovers of old houses and picturesque street architecture will be well repaid by examining carefully the streets between the Hôtel de Sens and the church of SS. Paul and Louis. On the right of the Rue Charlemagne (reached from the Rue St. Antoine by the Passage Charlemagne) is the courtyard of the Hôtel de Jassaud or d'Aguesseau. The buildings are of the time of François I. They are very little known and have therefore happily escaped “restoration," so that their colour is glorious. In the dark arcades of the court, the delicate friezes, broadly over-hang

Gate of Hotel de Chalons-Luxembourg. XXVIII-23




at his own conceit, "and a fellow can always CHAPTER XXIII.—MADEMOISELLE LEONINO.

smoke, you know." “WHO

HO will go to the inaugural fête of “It is understood that we go together,

the Hotel Rousseau ?" said Gibson then," put in Alfred; "by water, of course ?“ one morning, as he came into the sub- “Of course. Going by water is a delight, editor's room with two large, gaily got-up by rail an infliction—heaven and hell. i cards in his hand. “That big hotel at the vote for heaven. We meet at the embarcadère other end of the lake, you know. I dare at what time ?". say it will be a very grand affair. The pro- “I think we had better go by the twoprietors want something saying about it, I o'clock boat.” suppose ; and as they have given us a good “ "I shall be there. It will bring us just in advertisement we must try to oblige them. time for the table d'hôte. And now I must Will you go, Balmaine ?”

be off and arrange about my lessons. Au “Certainly,” said Alfred. “It will be a revoir.” new experience, and, I have no doubt, a very “Corfe seems to be in good spirits to-day," pleasant one."

remarked Gibson as the door closed. “I am sure it will; and as these people “Very much so. He is rather freer with want a notice they are sure to make much of his money, too, than he was a little while ago. you. But here's a second ticket. Will you Perhaps he has got another good-paying pupil. go too, Delane? I dare say we can spare I wonder who that ill-looking Italian is that you both for a day."

he talks so much with at the Café du Roi ?” “No, I thank you, Mr. Gibson. There will “Why don't you ask him ?” be dancing ; I don't dance, and, to tell the “No, thank



show too much truth, I have not such a thing as a dress-coat.” curiosity about Corfe's private affairs he has

“Would Milnthorpe go, do you think ?" a way of dropping on you that is not very

"I am sure he wouldn't. I don't think agreeable, and I don't want to fall out with he has more than one pair of shoes, and they him.” are bursting in all directions. You must send Whatever may have been Corfe's faults of somebody who will be a credit to the paper." temper, or otherwise, he showed none of

“But Milnthorpe is not so desperately poor them on the voyage up the lake. He chatted as all that comes to. I have got his salary pleasantly all the way, and his manner to raised to fifty francs. It is not much, perhaps, Alfred was so cordial that the latter almost but it should afford a new pair of shoes.” resolved that, as they went back, he would ask

“I cannot make Milnthorpe out," observed him whether, during his travels in Italy, he had Delane thoughtfully. “From the way he lives, heard or seen anything of the Hardys. His he should not be spending more than twenty family had been in the habit of visiting the francs a week. He is saving money; that's Baths of Lucca every year. Vera was born what Milnthorpe is doing. I wish I could at Lucca, and, as appeared from Philip's save some.

letter, they had often been there since. What As this remark was made the door opened, more likely than that Corfe should know and Corfe appeared on the scene.

something of them ? At any rate, there "Perhaps Corfe will have the second could be no harm in asking him, and, if a ticket," said Gibson. “Will you, Corfe ?" good opportunity offered, he could put the

“If it's anything very jolly, I say yes, question as they went home. He might put it with thanks,” was the answer.

now, but experience was making Alfred cauGibson explained.

tious. He did not want to take Corfe too “I cannot do much dancing with this game much into his confidence, or let him know leg of mine, but I suppose they will put us the extent of the Hardy fortune. It would up and give us something to eat and drink.”. be better, he thought, to introduce the sub

“Not a doubt of it something very good ject as it were accidentally, and a propos of too, I should say."

something else. To lug it in by the head “Then I will go. I dare say I can while and shoulders might excite Corfe's suspicion, away the time somehow while Balmaine is and cause him to keep something back, as doing the light fantastic," said Corfe laughing Bevis had done ; for, besides being half Italian by education, Corfe was quite as sharp approached on one side by a magnificent as the Colonel

, and probably less scrupulous. double avenue of chestnut-trees, and on the They arrived, as they expected, just in other by a broad flight of steps, which led time for dinner, and were treated by the pro- directly from the lake. On the opposite prietor of the hotel with a politeness so ex- shore a huge mountain, its black and splincessive, with so much bowing and scraping tered summit powdered with fresh-fallen and offers of this, that, and the other, that snow, rose sheer from the water, while Alfred was half amused, half annoyed; but behind it Alp was piled on Alp, each loftier Corfe evidently liked it, bowed condescend- than the other, until the last was lost in the ingly to the master, and ordered the ser- evening haze. The landward front faced vants about as if he owned them. Every- a range of vine-clad slopes, dotted with fairybody thought he was the proprietor of the like villas, green meadows sweeping upwards Helvetic News and Balmaine his secretary. towards dark pine-woods and naked pro

At dinner the head waiter asked Čorfe, montories of rock, which seemed to be hangwith much deference, what wine they would ing in mid-air. have, whereupon Corfe ordered a bottle of old Then the curtain of night fell; the ivyMargaux and a bottle of Napoleon Cabinet. clad tower glowed with hidden fires, the This annoyed Alfred.

entire front of the hotel was illuminated, “ These people are giving us a good din- the Chinese lanterns that hung among the ner,” he said, “and treating us otherwise very trees were lighted up, some of the larger handsomely. It seems hardly fair to drink trees carrying a lantern on every branch. their most expensive wines."

There were fountains in which Neptunes and They will respect you all the more for it,” mermaids bore flaming torches above fleetreplied Corfe with an air of calm superiority. ing rainbows; and two lines of boats, each "I know these people better than you do, with a lantern fore and aft, and rising and my dear fellow. "If we ordered vin ordinaire falling with the swell of the lake, made a and Swiss gooseberry they would set us down waterway nearly a mile long. The effect as fools. And it is a good rule to take of was weird, charming, and fantastic ; the the best when you have the chance. You Rousseau gardens had been converted into remember the Irishman's advice to his son- fairyland, and “when music rose with its • Never drink water when you can drink voluptuous swell,” Balmaine felt like dancing wine, and never kiss the maid when you can all over. kiss the mistress.' This Margaux is a very “Come along!” he exclaimed with honest fair wine. We shall be able to tell our enthusiasm ; " let us walk round. I never friends, Jules” (turning to the head waiter), saw anything like this before." " that the Hôtel Rousseau is starting with “It's not so bad for Switzerland," returned an excellent cellar.'

Corfe with a half-sneer. But

you should “Oui, monsieur, we have some very good see the fêtes des fleurs at Nice, or Versailles illuwine. It is only old-established hotels that minated, and the grand fountains playing.' can afford to give their guests inferior crues. “Bother Versailles and its grand fountains! We have also some superb liqueurs-cognac What is Versailles, with its stucco and paint fifty years old. Would monsieur like to and square-cut garden to compare with those have a petit verre of it ?"

mountains and this lake? The Chinese lan“I think I would. Bring me one after the terns don't amount to much, perhaps; but the fish. Will you have one, Balmaine ?” scene altogether is superb."

Alfred declined. He did not know whether Are you going to dance ?” asked Corfe, to be amused by Corfe's aplomb or vexed who seemed rather taken aback by this outwith his assurance.

burst. After dinner they went into the garden “If I can get a partner I will, certainly. and watched, while they smoked, the com- Who could resist that music ?" pletion of the preparations for the fête. The "I'll get you a partner fast enough. Come Hôtel Rousseau was finely situated in the this way. Isn't that Fastnacht (one of the grounds of an ancient château, of which the managers) ?” central part had been preserved, and ingeni- “Can I do anything for you, gentlemen?” ously incorporated into the new structure, said Fastnacht, rubbing his hands deferenbuilt in the same style of architecture, and tially and making a low bow. "I hope you the 'old tower being covered with ivy, the like the illumination.” general effect was pleasing and picturesque. My friend—” began Corfe. The house was long and double fronted, “The illumination is superb, M. Fast

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nacht,” broke in Alfred-he was beginning Senarclens and that her name is Leonino, I
to resent Corfe's constant patronage. “I cannot tell you.”
think I never saw anything so beautiful. I “Leonino is an Italian name, and she has
have been watching it for some time, and now an Italian look, too. But there are lots of
I feel as if I should like a dance. Do you people in this part of Switzerland with Italian
think you could find me a partner ?” names. I know half-a-dozen myself. Yes,

“Perfectly, M. Balmaine, as many as you she is a very pretty girl. I like red hair, like. Will you give yourself the trouble to don't


?" step this way ?”.

“If you call that red hair, I don't ; I call The avenue of chestnut-trees was fitted it golden.” up as a ball-room. Boards were laid on the Balmaine danced with several other despace reserved for the dancers, the orchestra moiselles in the course of the evening, but he being partitioned off by a low curtain of red liked his first partner so well that he danced drapery; and the flags of Switzerland, Eng- with her twice again, and would have danced land, the United States, and other nation with her a fourth time if she and her friends alities, were festooned in graceful folds from had not suddenly disappeared. tree to tree.

On the second occasion she was less reFastnacht led Balmaine to a group com served. She answered some of his questions, posed of a middle-aged lady and gentleman and even made one or two original observaand two or three young girls.

tions. On the third occasion he ventured to “How do you do, M. Senarclens ?” said ask her, in a roundabout fashion, where she the manager. “ Behold M. Balmaine, an lived. English gentleman from Geneva; he would I suppose you live in this neighbourvery

much like to dance. Perhaps one of hood ?” he said. your young ladies would oblige him ?” “My home is up there in the mountains,"

“Not a doubt of it," returned M. Sen- she replied, pointing towards the Waadtland arclens pleasantly. “Here is Mademoiselle Alps. Leonino ; I am sure she will be happy to " It must be very lonely. Do you like dance with monsieur.”


life there pa Balmaine, bowing to the demoiselle thus “I love the mountains, oh, so much! designated, asked in his best French if she What would life be without them ?" she would do him the pleasure. The demoiselle answered eagerly. “Even in winter they

“ smiled, rose, bowed, and the next moment are glorious; more glorious, I sometimes they were whirling among the Chinese lan- think, than in summer. But mountains are terns at the rate of twenty miles an hour. not all; there are other things- and then Alfred had seen at once that his partner a shadow fell over her face, and she stopped was a sweet and graceful girl ; but it was abruptly, as if she feared that she might be only when he was leading her back to her committing an indiscretion. friends that he had an opportunity of exam- Alfred would have liked to ask her what ining her in detail, waltzing not being favour- the other things were, but he felt that able to minute observation.

would be presuming too much, and he Mademoiselle Leonino was tall, slim, and asked her instead whether she ever went to well-shaped, but perhaps rather too square- Geneva. shouldered. Her oval, slightly olive-tinted “I have only been there once," was the and sunburnt face was mobile and expressive, answer. “I rarely leave home, and should lighted up with a pair of bright black eyes, not have come to the fête if M. Senarclens and surmounted with a mass of golden hair had not asked me.” -some would have called it red; but red or “M. Senarclens! Is he the great M. Segolden, no fitter setting could have been narclens of whom one has heard ?” desired for the girl's winsome and intelligent “Yes, he is the great French historian. countenance.

He lives down there by the lake, but in the But she seemed to have no tongue, and summer he comes up to the mountains.” though he asked her several questions and “But you are not French ?" made sundry remarks, she answered nothing “No, I am not French. I don't know save yea and nay.

exactly what I am. My father was“ That is a deuced nice girl you have been “Pardon, Monsieur. I hope you have endancing with,” said Corfe, when he next met joyed yourself

, and you also, Mademoiselle. his companion ; "who is she?"

The fête is a great success, I think. The "Except that she is with a certain M. dancing will now cease for half an hour for

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